All I Want for Christmas
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theinsaneeraserTitle: All I Want for Christmas
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Recpitiant:sarahlizzie
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Genre: Crack (a little), Dirty-talk, Humor,
Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel, Bobby/Crowley, Castiel/Dean (sorta one-sided: Dean), Gabriel/Sam. Small mention of Crowley/Sam.
Other Characters: None.
Warnings: Uh, Talk about old-man sex? XD Attempt at humor.
Word Count: 3,032
Summary: It's Christmas at Singer Salvage, and well...it's exactly what you'd expect with three humans, three angels and a demon.
Author's Note: I love you Sarah, hope you like this, this thing almost killed me. I had no way to add Bobby to Truth or Dare without it being weird. XD thanks toangeltrenchcoat for the beta.
~*~*~*~
Bobby sat in his chair, behind his desk as he watched the boys rush around decorating; it was definitely a sight to behold. Sam was working on untangling the Christmas lights as Castiel worked on winding them around the tree. Gabriel – Sam had been able to convince him to join them – was sitting in the middle of a pile of string and popcorn as he made some of that popcorn garland by hand at Sam’s request, with the threat of withholding sex.
That being said, Dean was working on unpacking the Christmas decorations with the help of Crowley. Neither of them looked happy to be working together, but Bobby couldn’t help his smug smile. He had only been with Crowley for a while, but in that short amount of time he’d learned more about the Demon than he’d ever thought he would. Like, for example, he really was more of a hopeless romantic then he let on.
He also had a habit of kissing whenever he could. Sure, it had been the Demon’s job, but Bobby had never really realised how much the demon loved to kiss. Not until he’d started receiving morning kisses, kisses after breakfast, kisses before lunch, kisses when he’d done something the Demon liked, kisses before and after dinner, and lots of kisses before bed.
“Saaaaam,” Bobby heard the Archangel whine softly. “This would be so much easier if I could just snap!”
“You can do it, I never said you couldn’t.” Sam shrugged. “But what’s more important, snapping or sex?”
Gabriel stared at him in horror and Bobby rolled his eyes, getting up and walking over, slowly sinking down to sit in front of the Archangel-Pagan God who stared at him. He grabbed one of the strings and started to add some popcorn onto it.
“Here ya’ whiny Idjit, I’ll help ya’,” Bobby mumbled, and looked up to see Gabriel staring at him in shock before grinning and getting back to work.
“You know you don’t have to do that, love,” Crowley said, walking up behind him. “I could take over for you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck and Bobby rolled his eyes.
“I’m not that old,” he countered, narrowing his eyes at the grinning Demon. “Besides I don’t trust you two together.”
“Oh, now I’m hurt.” Crowley placed a hand to his heart.
“I’m sure ya' are.”
“Was that sarcasm I detected in your voice, Robert?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Can you two please not do that lovey-dovey crap in front of me; it’s bad enough that I have to hear about it,” Dean said while sorting through some of the decorations. “How old are these things Bobby? They all have dust on them.” He blew on one and sure enough, a dust cloud floated off of it.
“Well, the last time I celebrated Christmas was with Karen.” Bobby shrugged as he slid a piece of popcorn through the needle and onto the string, tying a knot so that it wouldn’t all clump up together.
“So as old as you are then,” Dean mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?” Bobby asked, eyes narrowed.
“Nothing.”
Bobby rolled his eyes and watched as Crowley went back to helping Dean unpack, though he did it much slower, and while he was drinking his ‘fancy’ liquor. He sighed, because at least he was helping, where as before the threat of withholding sex – and in Crowley’s case, he’d have slept on the couch – Gabriel and Crowley had just been watching them. They really were hopeless.
“This is boring,” Gabriel complained as Sam and Cas finally finished with the tree, which had been difficult to get. Bobby, Sam and Cas had wanted to cut down a real one – Bobby didn’t buy trees – but Dean and Crowley had both wanted to buy a tree and Gabriel just wanted to snap everything together.
Then there was putting the lights on the house, which Dean, Sam and Cas had done – Sam had almost fallen off the roof, but Gabriel had snapped him into a snow patch. Dean had fallen over laughing and if it hadn’t been for Castiel’s quick reflexes, Dean would have been the pancake. Really, they were all a bunch of ‘moronic idjits’ and no, he didn’t call them moronic idjits because Crowley had the habit of calling them morons.
Balls.
The actual cutting down of the tree – it had been decided because this was Bobby’s house and he was damn well going to have things how he wanted them, and if they didn’t like it, they could take their damn Christmas somewhere else – had been entertaining. It had taken them three hours to find one Crowley deemed ‘acceptable’ and then a good half hour of Sam talking Gabriel out of snapping it into the house – though Bobby wouldn’t have minded – and then an hour of Dean cutting it down.
Which had led them to this point, putting it up and digging the decorations out of the attic.
“Gabriel!” He heard Castiel scold, and he looked up in time to see Cas pull a box of candy canes out of the Archangel’s reach, who was giving everyone a sheepish grin that looked a little guilty. “These are for the tree, not your stomach.”
Sam was frowning at him and Gabriel ducked his head, causing Bobby to shake his head with a chuckle. He hadn’t been happy to learn that they were going to invade his house for Christmas, but it was turning out to be more eventful then he had thought it would be, and it was… nice. It had been years since he’d celebrated Christmas, and true, the boys had been family, but they hadn’t expressed the want to share holidays together.
And no, that did not make him an old grandfather.
Balls.
~*~*~*~
They had finally gotten the tree all decorated – it was actually quite beautiful and old looking, which suited the house – and Gabriel had gotten to put the star on top. He was immensely proud of that fact and couldn’t help grinning from his spot in Sam’s lap at the table as he played poker. Sam had opted out of this round, which was why he was now using him as a chair, and not because they had a new guest.
Though that helped to convince Sam.
Anyways, poker was getting boring because they all had crappy poker faces – save Crowley, Bobby and Bal; the only real competition here – and so Gabriel’s mind was going through many possible ideas. He had thought of ‘I never’, but there wasn’t much Gabriel hadn’t done and then strip poker, but he was in no desire to see Dean, Bobby or his brothers naked – he got enough of that in heaven to last him a life time.
So, there was only one solution to this.
“Let’s play truth or dare.”
“No,” came the instant reply from Sam, Bobby and Dean.
“Come now love, it really wouldn’t be that bad, I’m sure no one would make you do anything… too naughty. Then again, you are pretty naughty in the-”
“Oh God.” Dean covered his face. “I will do it if you never talk like that or about that ever again!”
One down.
“I’m not some teenaged girl at a slumber party, I am not playing truth or dare.”
“I’ll do that thing you like.”
“What thing I like?”
“You know the thing with the stuff.” Crowley glanced at Dean who was whimpering into his hand. “If I get any more detailed I do believe Dean will shoot himself.”
“Oh, that thing.” Bobby tapped his chin. “Fine, but only one round.”
Two down.
“Sa-”
“No.” Sam crossed his arms stubbornly. “I know how this is going to go, we are all going to get drunk say ridiculous things and I’m going to end up kissing my brother or Bobby. No.”
Gabriel turned so he was straddling Sam’s hips. “I’ll let you top tonight, and tie me down like you like to do,” and no, Gabriel had no shame. “I’ll even beg for you, on my hands and kn-”
Sam covered his mouth. “Alright just shut up!” His cheeks were beat red as everyone stared at him. “He’s lying!”
“Okay, before I learn any more details about people I don’t need to learn them from.” Dean groaned, his head in his hands on the table. “Can we just start this already?”
“I never stated I was playing,” Castiel spoke and Gabriel sent him a look. “But of course I will,” he mumbled, and sank down a little in his chair.
“Good. Okay, Crowley, truth or dare?” Gabriel grinned.
“Before we start, there will be no dares that will force someone to kill themselves or harm themselves, agreed?”
“I’m surprised you’re the one saying that.” Dean snorted. “Thought you’d be happy to get some souls out of this.”
“I would, but you’d be the one daring me to drink Holy water.”
“Damn.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Okay Crowley, truth or dare?”
“Truth.” He leaned back. “I know your dares Gabriel, I am no idiot.”
Gabriel pouted slightly but recovered and grinned. “What’s your favourite sex position to put Bobby in.”
“Smite me, right the fuck now,” Dean groaned and covered his ears. “I don’t want to hear this.”
Sam was staring slacked jawed down at Gabriel before closing his mouth and shaking his head, as if telling himself he should have known better than to not expect this. Castiel’s head was tilted and Balthazar’s eyebrow was raised. Bobby was glaring at him with the fiery passion of a Demon – guess you caught their looks when you’re screwing them. Gabriel wondered if he could pull a bitch face…
“Well, you see, there are many, but there is this one.” He leaned back, looking completely full of himself, and Bobby mumbled something about needing a stronger drink. “When I’m on my hands and knees, staring back at him-”
“Okay, we get it, enough show and tell, next!”
Crowley chuckled and waved a hand. “Dean, truth or dare?”
“Truth, I don’t trust you.”
“I’m hurt,” he stated sarcastically before tapping his chin. “Have you ever had a sex dream about anyone in the room, and if so, who about?”
Dean opened his mouth, and then closed it, cheeks flaring up as he grumbled and downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “Yes.” He looked to the side and mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that? I didn’t catch what you said.”
“Cas, alight!”
The room was silent before Crowley sighed. “Well that was anti-climatic, we all knew you were pining for the angel, I was hoping for something juicy.”
Dean spluttered before turning to Sam. “Truth or dare?”
“Um, dare?” he spoke cautiously.
“I dare you to kiss Crowley.” Dean grinned and Gabriel opened his mouth to protest because there was no way Crowley was kissing his Sam.
Sam opened his mouth to express how much he didn’t want to do this dare but Crowley was behind the chair, tipping his chin back and Gabriel could do nothing but watch as Crowley kissed his boyfriend. Sure, it was short and chaste and Sam was as still as stone but those were his lips and the shocked expression on Sam’s face… if his wings were out, his feathers would have been ruffled. When Crowley pulled away – looking smug, the bastard – Gabriel yanked Sam down – he yelped – and kissed him thoroughly and possessively and he didn’t care if anyone saw.
He didn’t stop till he heard Sam let go of a reluctant moan.
He then crossed his arms and Sam looked a little dazed but Gabriel just grinned. Sam blinked a few times and then stared down at Gabriel. He winked and Sam flushed before looking around. “Cas, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Of course.
“Um, do you like anyone in the room?”
Likely question coming from Sam.
“Yes.”
“Is it Dean?”
“That is two questions, Samuel.”
Oh, Cas was good. Gabriel grinned, feeling proud of his little brother before leaning back, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
“Bobby, truth or dare?”
Bobby sighed, like he really didn’t want to be playing this. “Truth.”
“Do you love Crowley?” he tilted his head and Gabriel was pretty sure Dean was going to kill somebody.
It was quiet for a moment and Gabriel watched as Crowley stared at Bobby out of the corner of his eyes, trying to play it down, but it was obvious he was nervous. The longer the silence went on, the more ripples appeared in the liquid of Crowley’s glass and Gabriel could make out the light tremble of his hand. Gabriel couldn’t help but smile because if the smirk tugging at the edge of the older man’s lips said anything…
This was the reaction he’d wanted.
“He’s a pain in the ass, always tries to get me into all this fancy-dancy new technology and gizmos or what ever. He tries up update my wardrobe and get me to eat those fancy dishes I can’t pronounce. But yes, I do love the idjit.”
Crowley seemed to like that answer because he took a long sip from his glass, which he was an attempt to hide the genuine smile on his lips. Gabriel leaned back all smug.
“What you lookin’ all proud of? Truth or, you know what, this is ridiculous.” He stared at Crowley gave him one of the sickly-sweet smiles and he rolled his eyes. “Truth or dare, idjit?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you not to use your Pagan or Angelic powers ‘til after New Years.”
Oh that was so not fair.
He glared at the old man, but Gabriel was not one to back down and he saw Sam grinning out of the corner of his eyes and yeah, okay, he was going to wipe that smug look off his face. After his evil plan, of course.
“Balthazar, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He waved it off and Gabriel smirked.
Hook, line and sinker.
“I dare you to make out with Castiel, Grace and all.”
Balthazar choked on his drink and Castiel went ten shades of red.
“Isn’t it supposed to be tongue and all?” Sam asked and Dean was eyeing Gabriel like he was some sort of Demon.
“Nope, I meant Grace.”
“But Gabriel, that is very intimate.” Cas ducked his head and fiddled with the cuffs of his trench coat.
“That’s the point little Bro.”
Castiel opened his mouth to complain again but be was suddenly in Balthazar’s lap with a shocked exhale of breath, which was cut off by Bal’s lips. Gabriel grinned and placed the back of his head on Sam’s shoulder as he looked down with a raised eyebrow. He could feel the soft thrum of Grace and he just smiled wider.
“What’s this all about?” Sam asked, seemingly trying to ignore the soft moans coming from the two angels next to them.
“Balthazar and Castiel used to be an item, then this whole shebang happened and then Bal faked his death and Cas fell for your dumb-ass brother, who doesn’t know how to man up. Cas still loves Bal and Bal still loves Cas and so they just needed a little… push.”
“Don’t you ever take a break?”
“I take lots of breaks.” He grinned.
“No, from tricking.”
“Oh, Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.”
~*~*~*~
They were all in different points of the living room, wrapping paper sprawled across the room as Balthazar sat against the couch, Castiel between his legs as he explained a present from Sam. It happened to be a Lord of the Rings DVD set, which apparently he wanted Cas to watch with him, stating he’d love it. Gabriel and Sam had groaned but Balthazar was just as intrigued.
Cas was smiling.
He was smiling too as he wrapped his arms around Cas’ waist and placed his chin on his shoulder when he didn’t get shoved away. Kissing him had opened the doors to many things and of course he’d thank Gabriel. It was still new though and he knew Cas still had feelings for Dean but he’d lost his chance and Bal had received his second one. He had no intentions of screwing it up.
“Gabriel!” He lifted his eyes from Cas’ lap to see Sam’s eyes wide, cheeks bright red as he held a pink vibrating dildo in his hand.
“You always said you wanted to try one, so, well, now we can.” His brother grinned and Balthazar couldn’t help but chuckle as Sam started to hit him over the head with the rubbery sex toy.
Dean, who would normally be freaking out, was too busy looking at the receipt in his hand, which if Bal was correct was for a full body wax and shine for his baby as well as a wash inside and out. It was one of the more expensive ones and he was choking – the amount it had cost had not been blacked out and he figured it was from Crowley, who was grinning.
Bobby was placing a trucker’s cap – much like his own – on Crowley’s head with a small smirk and although Crowley looked like he wanted nothing more than to burn it, he leaned backwards so he could kiss the older hunter.
It was… different. Although it was nothing like heaven or how it used to be, and though he could not connect with everyone in the room like he had his brothers and sisters, it still felt like family.
Like home.
And when it came down to it, that’s all that really mattered in the end.
He caught Gabriel’s eye and the archangel nodded as Sam continued to berate him, though it was with fondness.
Yes, this was all that mattered.
Author:
theinsaneeraserRecpitiant:
sarahlizzieRating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Genre: Crack (a little), Dirty-talk, Humor,
Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel, Bobby/Crowley, Castiel/Dean (sorta one-sided: Dean), Gabriel/Sam. Small mention of Crowley/Sam.
Other Characters: None.
Warnings: Uh, Talk about old-man sex? XD Attempt at humor.
Word Count: 3,032
Summary: It's Christmas at Singer Salvage, and well...it's exactly what you'd expect with three humans, three angels and a demon.
Author's Note: I love you Sarah, hope you like this, this thing almost killed me. I had no way to add Bobby to Truth or Dare without it being weird. XD thanks to
angeltrenchcoat for the beta.Bobby sat in his chair, behind his desk as he watched the boys rush around decorating; it was definitely a sight to behold. Sam was working on untangling the Christmas lights as Castiel worked on winding them around the tree. Gabriel – Sam had been able to convince him to join them – was sitting in the middle of a pile of string and popcorn as he made some of that popcorn garland by hand at Sam’s request, with the threat of withholding sex.
That being said, Dean was working on unpacking the Christmas decorations with the help of Crowley. Neither of them looked happy to be working together, but Bobby couldn’t help his smug smile. He had only been with Crowley for a while, but in that short amount of time he’d learned more about the Demon than he’d ever thought he would. Like, for example, he really was more of a hopeless romantic then he let on.
He also had a habit of kissing whenever he could. Sure, it had been the Demon’s job, but Bobby had never really realised how much the demon loved to kiss. Not until he’d started receiving morning kisses, kisses after breakfast, kisses before lunch, kisses when he’d done something the Demon liked, kisses before and after dinner, and lots of kisses before bed.
“Saaaaam,” Bobby heard the Archangel whine softly. “This would be so much easier if I could just snap!”
“You can do it, I never said you couldn’t.” Sam shrugged. “But what’s more important, snapping or sex?”
Gabriel stared at him in horror and Bobby rolled his eyes, getting up and walking over, slowly sinking down to sit in front of the Archangel-Pagan God who stared at him. He grabbed one of the strings and started to add some popcorn onto it.
“Here ya’ whiny Idjit, I’ll help ya’,” Bobby mumbled, and looked up to see Gabriel staring at him in shock before grinning and getting back to work.
“You know you don’t have to do that, love,” Crowley said, walking up behind him. “I could take over for you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around his neck and Bobby rolled his eyes.
“I’m not that old,” he countered, narrowing his eyes at the grinning Demon. “Besides I don’t trust you two together.”
“Oh, now I’m hurt.” Crowley placed a hand to his heart.
“I’m sure ya' are.”
“Was that sarcasm I detected in your voice, Robert?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Can you two please not do that lovey-dovey crap in front of me; it’s bad enough that I have to hear about it,” Dean said while sorting through some of the decorations. “How old are these things Bobby? They all have dust on them.” He blew on one and sure enough, a dust cloud floated off of it.
“Well, the last time I celebrated Christmas was with Karen.” Bobby shrugged as he slid a piece of popcorn through the needle and onto the string, tying a knot so that it wouldn’t all clump up together.
“So as old as you are then,” Dean mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?” Bobby asked, eyes narrowed.
“Nothing.”
Bobby rolled his eyes and watched as Crowley went back to helping Dean unpack, though he did it much slower, and while he was drinking his ‘fancy’ liquor. He sighed, because at least he was helping, where as before the threat of withholding sex – and in Crowley’s case, he’d have slept on the couch – Gabriel and Crowley had just been watching them. They really were hopeless.
“This is boring,” Gabriel complained as Sam and Cas finally finished with the tree, which had been difficult to get. Bobby, Sam and Cas had wanted to cut down a real one – Bobby didn’t buy trees – but Dean and Crowley had both wanted to buy a tree and Gabriel just wanted to snap everything together.
Then there was putting the lights on the house, which Dean, Sam and Cas had done – Sam had almost fallen off the roof, but Gabriel had snapped him into a snow patch. Dean had fallen over laughing and if it hadn’t been for Castiel’s quick reflexes, Dean would have been the pancake. Really, they were all a bunch of ‘moronic idjits’ and no, he didn’t call them moronic idjits because Crowley had the habit of calling them morons.
Balls.
The actual cutting down of the tree – it had been decided because this was Bobby’s house and he was damn well going to have things how he wanted them, and if they didn’t like it, they could take their damn Christmas somewhere else – had been entertaining. It had taken them three hours to find one Crowley deemed ‘acceptable’ and then a good half hour of Sam talking Gabriel out of snapping it into the house – though Bobby wouldn’t have minded – and then an hour of Dean cutting it down.
Which had led them to this point, putting it up and digging the decorations out of the attic.
“Gabriel!” He heard Castiel scold, and he looked up in time to see Cas pull a box of candy canes out of the Archangel’s reach, who was giving everyone a sheepish grin that looked a little guilty. “These are for the tree, not your stomach.”
Sam was frowning at him and Gabriel ducked his head, causing Bobby to shake his head with a chuckle. He hadn’t been happy to learn that they were going to invade his house for Christmas, but it was turning out to be more eventful then he had thought it would be, and it was… nice. It had been years since he’d celebrated Christmas, and true, the boys had been family, but they hadn’t expressed the want to share holidays together.
And no, that did not make him an old grandfather.
Balls.
They had finally gotten the tree all decorated – it was actually quite beautiful and old looking, which suited the house – and Gabriel had gotten to put the star on top. He was immensely proud of that fact and couldn’t help grinning from his spot in Sam’s lap at the table as he played poker. Sam had opted out of this round, which was why he was now using him as a chair, and not because they had a new guest.
Though that helped to convince Sam.
Anyways, poker was getting boring because they all had crappy poker faces – save Crowley, Bobby and Bal; the only real competition here – and so Gabriel’s mind was going through many possible ideas. He had thought of ‘I never’, but there wasn’t much Gabriel hadn’t done and then strip poker, but he was in no desire to see Dean, Bobby or his brothers naked – he got enough of that in heaven to last him a life time.
So, there was only one solution to this.
“Let’s play truth or dare.”
“No,” came the instant reply from Sam, Bobby and Dean.
“Come now love, it really wouldn’t be that bad, I’m sure no one would make you do anything… too naughty. Then again, you are pretty naughty in the-”
“Oh God.” Dean covered his face. “I will do it if you never talk like that or about that ever again!”
One down.
“I’m not some teenaged girl at a slumber party, I am not playing truth or dare.”
“I’ll do that thing you like.”
“What thing I like?”
“You know the thing with the stuff.” Crowley glanced at Dean who was whimpering into his hand. “If I get any more detailed I do believe Dean will shoot himself.”
“Oh, that thing.” Bobby tapped his chin. “Fine, but only one round.”
Two down.
“Sa-”
“No.” Sam crossed his arms stubbornly. “I know how this is going to go, we are all going to get drunk say ridiculous things and I’m going to end up kissing my brother or Bobby. No.”
Gabriel turned so he was straddling Sam’s hips. “I’ll let you top tonight, and tie me down like you like to do,” and no, Gabriel had no shame. “I’ll even beg for you, on my hands and kn-”
Sam covered his mouth. “Alright just shut up!” His cheeks were beat red as everyone stared at him. “He’s lying!”
“Okay, before I learn any more details about people I don’t need to learn them from.” Dean groaned, his head in his hands on the table. “Can we just start this already?”
“I never stated I was playing,” Castiel spoke and Gabriel sent him a look. “But of course I will,” he mumbled, and sank down a little in his chair.
“Good. Okay, Crowley, truth or dare?” Gabriel grinned.
“Before we start, there will be no dares that will force someone to kill themselves or harm themselves, agreed?”
“I’m surprised you’re the one saying that.” Dean snorted. “Thought you’d be happy to get some souls out of this.”
“I would, but you’d be the one daring me to drink Holy water.”
“Damn.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Okay Crowley, truth or dare?”
“Truth.” He leaned back. “I know your dares Gabriel, I am no idiot.”
Gabriel pouted slightly but recovered and grinned. “What’s your favourite sex position to put Bobby in.”
“Smite me, right the fuck now,” Dean groaned and covered his ears. “I don’t want to hear this.”
Sam was staring slacked jawed down at Gabriel before closing his mouth and shaking his head, as if telling himself he should have known better than to not expect this. Castiel’s head was tilted and Balthazar’s eyebrow was raised. Bobby was glaring at him with the fiery passion of a Demon – guess you caught their looks when you’re screwing them. Gabriel wondered if he could pull a bitch face…
“Well, you see, there are many, but there is this one.” He leaned back, looking completely full of himself, and Bobby mumbled something about needing a stronger drink. “When I’m on my hands and knees, staring back at him-”
“Okay, we get it, enough show and tell, next!”
Crowley chuckled and waved a hand. “Dean, truth or dare?”
“Truth, I don’t trust you.”
“I’m hurt,” he stated sarcastically before tapping his chin. “Have you ever had a sex dream about anyone in the room, and if so, who about?”
Dean opened his mouth, and then closed it, cheeks flaring up as he grumbled and downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “Yes.” He looked to the side and mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that? I didn’t catch what you said.”
“Cas, alight!”
The room was silent before Crowley sighed. “Well that was anti-climatic, we all knew you were pining for the angel, I was hoping for something juicy.”
Dean spluttered before turning to Sam. “Truth or dare?”
“Um, dare?” he spoke cautiously.
“I dare you to kiss Crowley.” Dean grinned and Gabriel opened his mouth to protest because there was no way Crowley was kissing his Sam.
Sam opened his mouth to express how much he didn’t want to do this dare but Crowley was behind the chair, tipping his chin back and Gabriel could do nothing but watch as Crowley kissed his boyfriend. Sure, it was short and chaste and Sam was as still as stone but those were his lips and the shocked expression on Sam’s face… if his wings were out, his feathers would have been ruffled. When Crowley pulled away – looking smug, the bastard – Gabriel yanked Sam down – he yelped – and kissed him thoroughly and possessively and he didn’t care if anyone saw.
He didn’t stop till he heard Sam let go of a reluctant moan.
He then crossed his arms and Sam looked a little dazed but Gabriel just grinned. Sam blinked a few times and then stared down at Gabriel. He winked and Sam flushed before looking around. “Cas, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Of course.
“Um, do you like anyone in the room?”
Likely question coming from Sam.
“Yes.”
“Is it Dean?”
“That is two questions, Samuel.”
Oh, Cas was good. Gabriel grinned, feeling proud of his little brother before leaning back, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
“Bobby, truth or dare?”
Bobby sighed, like he really didn’t want to be playing this. “Truth.”
“Do you love Crowley?” he tilted his head and Gabriel was pretty sure Dean was going to kill somebody.
It was quiet for a moment and Gabriel watched as Crowley stared at Bobby out of the corner of his eyes, trying to play it down, but it was obvious he was nervous. The longer the silence went on, the more ripples appeared in the liquid of Crowley’s glass and Gabriel could make out the light tremble of his hand. Gabriel couldn’t help but smile because if the smirk tugging at the edge of the older man’s lips said anything…
This was the reaction he’d wanted.
“He’s a pain in the ass, always tries to get me into all this fancy-dancy new technology and gizmos or what ever. He tries up update my wardrobe and get me to eat those fancy dishes I can’t pronounce. But yes, I do love the idjit.”
Crowley seemed to like that answer because he took a long sip from his glass, which he was an attempt to hide the genuine smile on his lips. Gabriel leaned back all smug.
“What you lookin’ all proud of? Truth or, you know what, this is ridiculous.” He stared at Crowley gave him one of the sickly-sweet smiles and he rolled his eyes. “Truth or dare, idjit?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you not to use your Pagan or Angelic powers ‘til after New Years.”
Oh that was so not fair.
He glared at the old man, but Gabriel was not one to back down and he saw Sam grinning out of the corner of his eyes and yeah, okay, he was going to wipe that smug look off his face. After his evil plan, of course.
“Balthazar, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He waved it off and Gabriel smirked.
Hook, line and sinker.
“I dare you to make out with Castiel, Grace and all.”
Balthazar choked on his drink and Castiel went ten shades of red.
“Isn’t it supposed to be tongue and all?” Sam asked and Dean was eyeing Gabriel like he was some sort of Demon.
“Nope, I meant Grace.”
“But Gabriel, that is very intimate.” Cas ducked his head and fiddled with the cuffs of his trench coat.
“That’s the point little Bro.”
Castiel opened his mouth to complain again but be was suddenly in Balthazar’s lap with a shocked exhale of breath, which was cut off by Bal’s lips. Gabriel grinned and placed the back of his head on Sam’s shoulder as he looked down with a raised eyebrow. He could feel the soft thrum of Grace and he just smiled wider.
“What’s this all about?” Sam asked, seemingly trying to ignore the soft moans coming from the two angels next to them.
“Balthazar and Castiel used to be an item, then this whole shebang happened and then Bal faked his death and Cas fell for your dumb-ass brother, who doesn’t know how to man up. Cas still loves Bal and Bal still loves Cas and so they just needed a little… push.”
“Don’t you ever take a break?”
“I take lots of breaks.” He grinned.
“No, from tricking.”
“Oh, Nope.”
“Didn’t think so.”
They were all in different points of the living room, wrapping paper sprawled across the room as Balthazar sat against the couch, Castiel between his legs as he explained a present from Sam. It happened to be a Lord of the Rings DVD set, which apparently he wanted Cas to watch with him, stating he’d love it. Gabriel and Sam had groaned but Balthazar was just as intrigued.
Cas was smiling.
He was smiling too as he wrapped his arms around Cas’ waist and placed his chin on his shoulder when he didn’t get shoved away. Kissing him had opened the doors to many things and of course he’d thank Gabriel. It was still new though and he knew Cas still had feelings for Dean but he’d lost his chance and Bal had received his second one. He had no intentions of screwing it up.
“Gabriel!” He lifted his eyes from Cas’ lap to see Sam’s eyes wide, cheeks bright red as he held a pink vibrating dildo in his hand.
“You always said you wanted to try one, so, well, now we can.” His brother grinned and Balthazar couldn’t help but chuckle as Sam started to hit him over the head with the rubbery sex toy.
Dean, who would normally be freaking out, was too busy looking at the receipt in his hand, which if Bal was correct was for a full body wax and shine for his baby as well as a wash inside and out. It was one of the more expensive ones and he was choking – the amount it had cost had not been blacked out and he figured it was from Crowley, who was grinning.
Bobby was placing a trucker’s cap – much like his own – on Crowley’s head with a small smirk and although Crowley looked like he wanted nothing more than to burn it, he leaned backwards so he could kiss the older hunter.
It was… different. Although it was nothing like heaven or how it used to be, and though he could not connect with everyone in the room like he had his brothers and sisters, it still felt like family.
Like home.
And when it came down to it, that’s all that really mattered in the end.
He caught Gabriel’s eye and the archangel nodded as Sam continued to berate him, though it was with fondness.
Yes, this was all that mattered.
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on 2010-12-25 10:41 am (UTC)I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
You're so funny and sweet and adorable and this fic was awesome and I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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:)
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on 2010-12-25 10:43 am (UTC)But man, what a great way to go.
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on 2011-01-04 04:40 pm (UTC)I even think Mark and Jim ship Bobby/Crowley, it's just too perfect.
So, is the last pairing to be touched upon here Dean/Impala? Or is Bal willing to open his bed to a human and share Cas?
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on 2011-01-04 04:44 pm (UTC)Bal could never share Cas >.>
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on 2011-01-05 03:42 am (UTC)You might just shoot me. I'm about to shoot myself. I made Lucifer a "timid pharmacist." And Michael the future king of Post-It Notes.
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on 2011-01-05 03:53 am (UTC)*blinks*
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*blinks again... has no comment*
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on 2011-01-05 06:25 pm (UTC)-hangs head-
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on 2011-02-08 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-02-08 05:25 pm (UTC)